On the road somewhere in the South of Glacia, Sunday August 18th (Fandom Time)
Ulrich eyed his plate. "Why is it when you guys are responsible for lunch, it's always potatoes?"
"Potatoes are cheap and filling and easy to get," Kirt responded around a mouthful of venison.
"And if you're going to complain," Mark leaned over to Ulrich and stole a potato off his plate. "You don't deserve them."
"HEY! Lady! He's stealing my food again!" Ulrich shoved Mark in the shoulder. "Tell him to stop! I'm a growing lad!"
Momoko eyerolled from where she was ladling more of the venison-and-vegetables onto her plate. "You're a year younger than he is, Ul."
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"Potatoes are cheap and filling and easy to get," Kirt responded around a mouthful of venison.
"And if you're going to complain," Mark leaned over to Ulrich and stole a potato off his plate. "You don't deserve them."
"HEY! Lady! He's stealing my food again!" Ulrich shoved Mark in the shoulder. "Tell him to stop! I'm a growing lad!"
Momoko eyerolled from where she was ladling more of the venison-and-vegetables onto her plate. "You're a year younger than he is, Ul."
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